In homage to the genre of Blog, the end of this first stage of Southern migrations probably calls for a Reflection. But I Reflected enough over the past few months to last me through at least a few weeks of not writing a single word, so I provide musings to you in the form of a pared-down selection of what I wrote:

1. Mari, on a wise woman and traveling back to Argentina six years after my first visit.

2. The Road to the Ranch, One and Two, from the week I spent in Wally and Pilar's home in Salto, Uruguay, watching them run ranch and family.

3. On Language, in which I vent about feeling like a baby and hanging out with babies.

5. 20 Lines on Solitude, because damn, I really did keep my own company on a lot of this trip, especially on the coast of Uruguay (except for a brief unfortunate date with a surfer who turned out to be nineteen years old and a believer in UFOs (oops)).